Black As My Soul: Bound, Part I

January 20, 2004

For me.
No need to show restraint.
I've done all the restraining you need.

Feel the leather.
I draw the crop across your ivory skin.
Pale and tender.

I caress you gently.
And make you sting.
Leaving pink footprints on your softness.

Shhh.
Sting.
Shhh.

Seeing you look at me wide-eyed.
Hearing the sounds you make through the gag.
Shhh, baby. I whisper.
Running my fingers through your hair.

Don't struggle.
The crop stings you three times in short succession.
Yes!
Your body contorts for me.

I run the crop along the back of your leg.
So beautiful how it is suspended for me.
I love to see the goose-flesh as it forms.

Striking your backside because it pleases me.
Slowly caressing the mark I've left on you.
Stinging the same place again.
And again.

How could you want to resist my gentle caresses?
I see how you tense yourself for blows that never come.
I wait patiently for you. To relax.

I draw gentle circles on your nipples.
Lavinshing attention first on one.
Then the other.
Not striking.

Slowly moving between your breasts.
Down your chest.
Over your stomach.
Over your navel.

Between your legs.
You can't close your legs.
But how you try.
Still the leather strokes you.

You're not resisting me now.
You try to press yourself against the leather.
No.
The leather moves to the top of your mound and strikes.

[+] Posted by Sinner, who was transgressing at the time (January 20, 2004 12:29 PM) by writing evil. [+]

Quiver said:

Damn.... you always make me hungry.....